Everyone at the base: “???”
"What is Inuktitut?"
"Good question. I don't know either."
"This rule-based dungeon is so weird! There's even Inuktitut language! Who knows that?"
"That's why we can take students by surprise. If they can't answer the teacher's questions, they will lose points."
"Isn't this too scary?"
"Then... Zhang Xiaoming cried like this, how many points will he lose this afternoon?"
"I'd estimate it to be six or seven points."
"Six or seven points? I think it's more than that. I feel like he was deducted more than ten points."
"How is that possible?"
"What teacher asks the same person more than twenty questions in one class?"
"This is a copy of the Rules of Weird Stories, not a copy of the general laws. It's possible to catch one person and ask him so many questions."
“Tsk tsk tsk…”
"That Zhang Xiaoming is so pitiful..."
Zhang Xiaoming looked at Lie in surprise after he finished explaining the Inuktitut language, his eyes full of admiration. He looked at Lie with admiration and said, "I wish I were as smart as you."
"When I took this class before, the teacher would only ask me two questions at most. But this time it was different. It was like the teacher knew I got a lot of points last night. He asked me a total of 20 questions in this class!"
strong:"???"
Twenty times?
One class?
Ye Youbai: “???”
I feel sorry for you.
Ji Sijian: “…”
This rule-based weird copy is really unique. It even knows how many points Zhang Xiaoming got last night.
Since they found a way to deduct Zhang Xiaoming's points and make Zhang Xiaoming's score average, what about Lie and Xiaobai?
What's the plan for this weird copy of the rules? How can we find a way to deduct their points?
As for him, he only has a score of ten right now, which is average, so this rule-based weird copy shouldn't do anything to him.
Zhang Xiaoming looked at the surprised looks on Ye Youbai's and the other two's faces and said in frustration, "You don't know, this teacher doesn't speak a word of Chinese in class. He speaks everything in Inuktitut. He even calls names in Chinese and asks questions in Inuktitut."
"I couldn't understand anything, and he didn't even start from the beginning. He just started with the most difficult part. Who could answer that?"
After Zhang Xiaoming finished speaking, he looked at Lie. Lie had just explained what Inuktitut was, so he believed that Lie would definitely know how to speak it, and added another sentence.
"Oh, Lie, you can!"
"I feel like I might be expelled from the school soon, so if you recruit me in the future, can you be a little nicer to me?" After thinking for a while, Zhang Xiaoming asked Ye Youbai and the other two cautiously.
He felt that he was lucky to get so many points yesterday. He did not expect these three big guys to take him with him every day. He just hoped that when he became a ghost one day, these three big guys would show mercy and not hit him with the stool.
He is afraid of pain.
Ye Youbai: “…”
Do you want to die so much?
strong:"......"
With them around, how could Zhang Xiaoming die so easily?
Ji Sijian: “…”
Can he burn some paper for Zhang Xiaoming in advance now?
As Ji Sijian was thinking this, he actually took out a small copper basin from his storage ring. Under the puzzled gazes of Ye Youbai and others, he took out a handful of white paper he had just bought from the shopping cart and placed it in the small copper basin in front of him.
Zhang Xiaoming: “???”
What is this doing?
It’s not dark yet, so you can’t attract ghosts.
strong:"???"
Do you want to burn paper in advance?
Ye Youbai: “???”
If you burn this kind of thing in the dormitory, how can you sleep at night?
Everyone at the base: “???”
"What do you think Ji Sijian is doing?"
"Didn't you see that Ji Sijian was holding a small copper basin with the paper he bought from the old man in it? Could he be burning paper for someone?"
"Then... who is Ji Sijian planning to burn paper for?"
"Could it be...could it be...Zhang Xiaoming?"
"Are you alright?"
"Zhang Xiaoming isn't dead yet, why are you burning paper?"
"Maybe Ji Sijian wanted to burn some paper for Zhang Xiaoming in advance, so that he would feel more at ease when he becomes a ghost."
"Ji Sijian has a problem with his brain, and you have a problem with your brain too? The person is not dead, how unlucky is it to burn paper?!"
"That's right. Besides, I don't think Zhang Xiaoming's points have reached a negative number. If he can summon ghosts to get points tonight, he won't be eliminated."
"That's hard to say. What if he gets points tonight and gets them deducted tomorrow?"
"I think he can just skip classes like Boss Ye and the others, and only lose one point."
“This is a good idea, but why doesn’t anyone use it?”
"Is there some kind of trap..."
*
"Do you have fire?" After Ji Sijian prepared everything, he looked at Ye Youbai and others around him and asked.
"Brother Ji, are you going to..."
What are you doing?
Before Zhang Xiaoming could finish his words, Ye Youbai took action.
"Ji Sijian, what do you want to do?" Ye Youbai asked Ji Sijian who was squatting on the ground in confusion.
"Playing with fire in the dormitory will result in points being deducted. You don't have many points left, and I don't care if you are kicked out." Lie shrugged and said indifferently.
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